The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 20

I helped Harry get to my car across the lot and he definitely weighed more than he looked. Dang. "I can drive myself home."

"Harry, stop." I continued towards my car with him.

"Just because you got them to stop doesn't mean I forgive you," he smiled down at me with a puffy lip.

"Yeah but that smile does," I laughed as we got to my silver Lexus. He rested on the side of my door for a second and ran his fingers through his curly hair. "I really am sorry about this morning, Harry. I just...I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at him, squinting my eyes.

"I know," he huffed looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry too."

I laughed thinking about his actions earlier, "I never figured you one for dramatics."

"Hey," he smirked scolding me and pointing his finger in the air. "I bought you coffee and you left me."

"Let's get you in the car," I giggled opening the passenger door for him. He slowly fell into the seat letting a few groans escape his teeth.

I got in my side and turned the ignition on. Harry layed there silently on the way to his house with his eyes closed. He looked pitiful. I hoped to baby Jesus that the boys didn't hurt him too bad. He just looked pained sitting there. Hopefully he wasn't pained about being in a car with me... Ok, let's hope that sour face is because of the fight and not the mistake I made.

"Eyes on the road," he opened his green eyes finding me staring at him.

"They were," I let my mouth twitch up. "We're almost there."

"Good," he sighed. "You're an awful driver."

"What?!" I gasped.

"You are," he laughed and I realized his arm was attached to the handle on the roof above his head.

"I'm not that bad!"

"You are, I promise," he continued to make fun of me.

"Well we're here Mr. Sour Pants," I rolled my eyes at him pulling into his drive way.

"LAND! SWEET LAND!" Harry over-exaggerated getting out of my Lexus.

"Oh hush up," I rolled my eyes playfully as I turned the car off.

Once I got him upstairs, he went directly towards his bed and cuddled into his covers. I then went downstairs to his freezer in the kitchen. Where would they put an ice pack?

"Wow, two times in a week. Harry must be a special lad," Vincent showed up at the doorway as I opened the freezer drawer.

"Vincent, I'm not in the mood today, ok? Harry got in a fight and I need to find some ice-packs, can you help?"

"Yeah, they're here," he sighed coming over to pull them out for me.

"Thanks," I gave him a smile taking the two ice packs back up to Harry's room.

As I walked in Harry was still in the same position I left him in. "Hey," he muttered as I cautiously climbed on the other side of his bed.

"Here," I layed the icepack on the back of his head where I knew he hit it and handed him the other one to put on another sore spot of his.

"Thanks," he mumbled putting it on his rib cage. "So..."

"Soooo..." I smiled mimicking him.

"You going to leave me and go back to school?" he smirked up at me.

"You know I was thinking about it, but I decided you hit your head pretty hard. You need to be supervised for a little longer," I frowned playfully.